{"id":291,"date":"2025-06-16T08:50:08","date_gmt":"2025-06-16T08:50:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=291"},"modified":"2025-06-16T08:50:08","modified_gmt":"2025-06-16T08:50:08","slug":"the-throes-of-moving-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=291","title":{"rendered":"the throes of moving on."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(1.) Dawn<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">trees melt<br>from the blackened wax abyss<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">like ghosts<br>disjoining themselves<br>in whispers<br>from the wick<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and the first light<br>of a long relinquished sunrise<br>starts to peel<br>the fugitives from our flesh<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">until these stowaways<br>expelled from past lives<br>are restored again<br>as strangers<br>and their trespasses<br>are swept from the skin<br>upon light&#8217;s every subsequent touch<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we are in it now<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">in remission of night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and you were right<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">these shut-ins<br>had spilled us<br>from our shadows<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we had become<br>briefly irretrievable<br>to the colors of the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but we are in it now<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we are in the morrow of our loss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(2.) Day<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">heavens uncoil<br>and flush out of see-through eyes<br>and suddenly you rise<br>from every<br>street lit ocean<br>to meet what dreams you here<br>so vividly alive<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">mountains,<br>trees<br>and superfluous moons<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(marooned in daylight)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">envious of the ease<br>with which you spill your shadows<br>crawl like phantoms towards you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and I,<br>bitter still<br>fall through you<br>untouched<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">inexistant<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and I,<br>unloved<br>with such sheer indifference<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">still try<br>somehow<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">to unbloom the sky<br>from every pair of eyes<br>that let me pass by<br>unattained<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and I,<br>covetous of how perfectly you framed<br>the absence of light<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">still pry<br>at what remains of you<br>in every drop of rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(3.) Dusk<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the cigarette<br>upon whose receding edge<br>the ghosts of love<br>once danced<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">has lost its taste<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">daylight drains<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and all that ever clung<br>to lips unkissed by you<br>is glad to hitchhike in its wake<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">here it comes<br>the collapse of a blue vacuum<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but like Saturn<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and every other pebble<br>stuck mid ripple<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">stuck halfway down the throat<br>of some ocean coughing itself blue<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we<br>are immovable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(4.) Night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the great rains of the world<br>have exploded from us<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and for a moment<br>we were alliums<br>on the grave of death<br>hoisted high toward the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and for a moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we were ours alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">for a moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">we were gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but we are back in it now<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the throes of moving on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>artwork: the throes of moving on, By Ben Heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":292,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,4],"tags":[7,8,6],"class_list":["post-291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love-poems","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-love","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/291","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=291"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":293,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/291\/revisions\/293"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}